Wow only one bad day in 10 years.

Oh, whoops, nope. Didn't meant to leave that impression.

I've had plenty of bad days in ten years! I just meant that once you do this long enough you find you don't really 'crash', per se, like you used to. Last Friday was an absolutely, good old-fashioned, I-hate-myself-and-the-world-too crash. It was a spectacular flameout.

It was zero fun, but now that I'm out of it I am grateful for the big cosmic sign that the universe hung right in front of me. I'd been realizing I'd been lazing around on my food program for months now, but it took spectacu-crash for me to get how off I really was.

Yesterday was also crash-y, but not quite as bad. I believe it was a kind of aftershock, but I am not sure yet since I haven't reviewed my journal yet.

Today I feel good, not only physically, but mentally. I feel like I am focused and concentrating, and journaling in a way that I've always needed to, but never really have. At least, not fully.

But that's another story.

Cheers,
sky